Murder of Crows RosemaryN33 Broken Stems

The struggle to accept one's own reality is constant. Especially, when we land in this world in a skewed body. Emotions are raw but the intention is pure. Approach this gathering of letters with care. Poems are known to offer no shelter to the tired soul but the challenge of a new uprising, a steep fall, maybe to dreams, maybe to nightmares. One can never know for sure.This collection of poems was a long time in the making. It lay in the darkness of the drawer, forgotten in a discarded disc, ignored and diminished. Still, it ached with its raw pain to be released into the world so I set it free to put it off my shoulders.Released to the world these words now belong to it. I bid them farewell hoping that they will guard some other stormy seas lighting the path for weary travellers.